My mind races against itself,
Every thought vying for first place,
Hoping to monopolize my focus.
One beats the others back
Consistently, it breaks the ribbon.
I’m a fool that fell for the gambit.
The pangs of anger radiate
and become the stiffness of my neck,
the tiny shot of pain that accompanies
This pit in my stomach won’t go away
In happier news…. look what I bought: